In the void, the breathing sound of the demonic mountain creature was like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, giving people infinite pressure.
Gradually, the broken tentacles of the magic mountain creature began to recover.
Lin Huang's breathing also began to become steady, and between every breath and every breath, the Knife in his hand shone with a cold light.
The next moment...
The hundreds of tentacles of the demonic mountain creature suddenly charged towards the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang also turned into a rainbow, carrying a vast sea around him, heading towards the magic mountain creature.
boom.
There was a loud noise.
Countless rays of light burst out from the void, and among the countless bursts of light, Lin Huang's shining figure was particularly dazzling, like a ruthless sickle in the night wind, constantly splitting the bodies of the creatures in the magic mountain.
On the bronze earth, Di Yansheng looked at the battle below with some nostalgia in his eyes.
He was a person who had gone through the ancient war thousands of years ago. This figure gave him an extremely familiar feeling...
Emperor Mingguang Armor.
Sun and Moon Splendid Dragon Banner.
Holding a set knife.
The figure under the bronze earth was even more powerful than when he first met Qin Changsheng!
Under the dark sky, the two sides were fighting, and the void collapsed like a wave, making it so dazzling that it was difficult to see clearly.
"kill!"
suddenly...
An extremely harsh sound resounded in the void, and Lin Huang suddenly rose into the sky. The Emperor's Mingguang Armor emitted a terrifying divine light, and an ancient aura gathered on the instantaneous sword.
Then, I saw the forest wilderness suddenly falling from the sky.
Below the void, the Demonic Mountain Creature once again charged out of the Demonic Abyss. Like a fool, he seemed to have crashed directly into Lin Huang's knife edge.
A loud buzzing sound!
At this moment, Lin Huang felt like a god descending to earth! In an instant, the knife passed through the body of the magic mountain creature, entered from the top of the head, penetrated the entire body, and directly divided the magic mountain creature into two!
The next moment, Lin Huang reappeared in the sky. He turned his back to the magic mountain creature and slowly sheathed his sword.
With the sound of the blade being sheathed, the magic mountain creatures behind the forest completely exploded in the void, and their blood turned into rain and fell from the sky.
On the bronze earth, Di Yansheng rolled up his sleeves and looked at the young man below who was wearing the Emperor's Bright Light Armor, and clenched his fists in excitement.
Thousands of years have passed...
He seemed to have regained the feeling of passion in that moment. When the four ancient tribes faced the monstrous evil tribe, they risked their lives and fought with passion.
Back then, the four ancient tribes were still very beautiful!
It's a pity...
Under the bronze earth, Lin Huang turned his head and glanced at the bronze earth above his head. He seemed to be looking at Emperor Yansheng behind the bronze earth...
Then Lin Huang suddenly turned around and plunged into the ancient devil's abyss.
…
Pitch black.
Deadly darkness.
There was a whining sound in my ears, cold and terrifying... like the cry of a dying baby. The tragic sound was full of despair that made people feel dead.
Lin Huang was walking in the pitch-black abyss, and from time to time there was a clicking sound under his feet... It was the sound of countless withered bones breaking.
In the darkness, Lin Huang walked deeply and shallowly in the devil's abyss, and magnificent scenes emerged in his mind.
He saw that in this devil's abyss, there was a bright sun shining brightly.
There is a girl singing in the abyss, paddling a boat leisurely in the river...
At the bottom of the river, there was a white dragon swimming, following the bamboo raft, seemingly attracted by the girl's singing.
suddenly...
A bloody mouth rushed out from the bottom of the river, biting off the white dragon's body and chewing up the girl's body.
The clear river water was dyed red with blood.
The rays of the sun shine on the river, making it look extremely scarlet.
Then, a series of ferocious creatures appeared in the ancient picture. They looked up at the space above the abyss, and their faces became more and more ferocious.
Not long after...
Then strong men from the human race descended from the sky and rushed into the abyss.
One person.
Two people.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
…
This peaceful abyss soon turned into a Shura battlefield where all life was devastated.
Blood dyed the entire abyss red.
The abyss was half filled with corpses.
Countless resentments condensed into pitch-black mist, and the sun's rays could no longer shine in the abyss.
Lin Huang walked slowly on the Demonic Abyss, his eyes slightly focused...
In those battles, he saw many strong men risking their lives. They used their bodies to fill up the devil's abyss and blocked the exit in the devil's abyss.
They formed a formation on top of the Demonic Abyss to suppress the powerful evil men who rushed up.
war.
Blood.
The strong man sings his sad song and goes to death with great dignity.
Corpses.
abyss.
Buried were the victims of countless human races.
Lin Huang suddenly stopped...
Another picture appeared in his mind, a picture from three thousand years ago.
He was a scarred middle-aged man.
The emperor's sword hangs at his waist.
Wearing the Ming Dynasty Dragon Soul Armor.
Holding a long gun...
He walked on the battlefield, holding the head of the evil clan in one hand, while looking for the entrance to the evil clan. His hair was particularly messy, and blood flowed from his face.
He is like a general who has experienced hundreds of battles, like a killer on the battlefield, like a veteran crawling out of the dead.
Only...
Not like an emperor.
With his body covered in blood and scarred, he looked nothing like an emperor.
Lin Huang was shocked in his heart, recalling and thinking about the long river of time he had walked three thousand years ago, and couldn't help but pay tribute to Emperor Ming Ai.
What Di Yansheng said is true, his whole life is a word of sorrow.
But Emperor Ming Ai was more glorious than many emperors in the history of the Ming Dynasty. He never fell and kept fighting.
The king died in the country.
Even at the time of funeral, he could not be buried in his hometown.
Lin Huang shook his head to get rid of the sadness and anger in his mind. He clenched the instant knife in his hand, feeling the hidden aura from all directions, and a cold light condensed in his eyes.
"All innate heroic spirits, please bless me, Linhuang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Huang's figure suddenly disappeared.
But in the dark ancient devil's abyss, there was a shining blood-red light... The light was so confusing that it was impossible to figure out its trajectory.
And the moment that light appeared, hundreds of different roars sounded in the demon abyss.
Then countless terrifying auras surged, stirring up the entire ancient devil's abyss.
On the bronze earth, Di Yansheng shook his head.
He could no longer see the battle in the ancient Demonic Abyss, and could only vaguely hear the sounds of fighting and wailing coming from the Demonic Abyss...
Gradually.
The ancient Demonic Abyss began to quiet down.
Everything returned to its previous dead silence.
But in the depths of the Demonic Abyss, there was a gleam of light from the Emperor's Bright Light Armor, illuminating all directions.
Lin Huang was covered in blood and knelt on one knee, holding a moment's knife in his hand.
In the area that stretches for thousands of miles around him, there are hundreds of fresh corpses of the evil king-level warriors.
And in front of Lin Huang...
There is a crack.
The crack leading to the evil world.
Lin Huang's eyes were focused, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his brows... He could feel that there was a terrifying creature behind the crack, staring at him!